Ceraunophile
Thunderstorms have been a favorite of mine for a long time. As most kids do I went through the phase of thunder and lighting being scary and undesirable. I can…
Continue readingWanting to understand
I remember when the missing time started up again I didn’t panic. Mostly because this time around it wasn’t all missing. It was like the vague memory of a dream…
Continue readingLosing control
Most of my life I heard about how I went out of my way to be different. Unfortunately that wasn’t the case. Things would have actually been way easier if…
Continue readingUnaffected
I found myself seemingly unaffected by the overdose or the fact that my “friends” left me alone, helpless on a sidewalk to die. I showed up at the dope house…
Continue readingThe dream
For as long as I can remember I have had this reoccurring dream, it’s the exact same dream…..every single night. I can’t recall a night that I didn’t have this…
Continue readingThe afterglow
The joy I had inside of my heart that day as I returned home from that first visit was overwhelming. For the first time since I made the choice to…
Continue readingA little deeper
Watching my own blood run down my legs and hit the floor became an all to often way for me to cope. The problem at this point was that I…
Continue readingThe Hold
I am easily overwhelmed by the busy world around me, I always have been; well for as long as I can remember anyway. I’m kind of like a sponge but…
Continue readingMy church
Even in the deepest parts of my drug addiction I never tainted my safe haven. I never brought the problems with me, those were left on the pavement. That was…
Continue readingNo connection
Natural bonding is something that at some time or another happens in most people’s lives . Mother to child, or vise versa. Those friends and family members you just “click”…
Continue readingFinally meeting
I had been getting the pictures and letters in the mail weekly ( sometimes twice a week) for what seemed like an eternity. In real time it was only a…
Continue readingSamantha
There was a short time where I did my best to avoid listening to her talk…that girl that lives inside of my head. I would tune her out and just…
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